Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.